Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.